I am not a Shanta Clauz

I am not a Shanta Clauz, that's for sure, No boots for me to wear in the snow, No ho ho hos, no presents to bestow. But I do have love, which is pure, A heart that beats with tenderness and care, A soul that believes in the magic we share. I am not a Shanta Clauz, it's true, No reindeers to guide my sleigh through the night, No chimney to climb down, out of sight. But I do have loss, like all of you, The ache of a heart that's been torn apart, The longing for the ones who've left a mark. I am not a Shanta Clauz, I confess, No elves to help me in my workshop of dreams, No sleigh bells ringing, or so it seems. But I do have time, which I must address, Moments that slip through my fingers like sand, Reminding me to cherish what I have at hand. I am not a Shanta Clauz, it's plain to see, No red suit, no white beard, no jolly laugh, No sack full of presents, no well-worn path. But I do have a refrain, a melody, That echoes in my heart, year after year, Reminding me to spread love and cheer. So though I am not a Shanta Clauz, my friend, I have love, loss, and time to mend, And in these words, my love I do send.